Social

It happened again. Someone described me as "social." I myself would never choose the word "social" to describe me, yet somehow she put the word in a very meaningful context. Context that made me smile and reflect, because I had to prove to myself that this word does belong as one of my characteristics. Before I tell you the context, let me take you back to the beginning of our friendship. I hope she won't mind my sharing this, especially since I won't name her.

I was working as a nanny. She was a mother of two beautiful boys. One day we happened to be at the same park. I overheard her talking to her boys in Russian and started up a conversation with her. We connected over our cultural background and spiritual beliefs. Before we went our separate ways, we exchanged phone numbers and made plans to meet up. She introduced me to one of my favorite tea places. I ended up writing a song with my sister there a few years later, but that is another story for another time. We went on to see each other only a handful of times in person, but a bond had formed. One that somehow still showed up today.

It's been over three years since the last time we saw each other. We communicated by text less than two years ago. This weekend, I received a call "out of the blue." I was pleasantly surprised. For a moment, I was even worried. Did something happen? Is she okay? Everything was fine. We talked like old friends remembering the good times, catching up on present events, and eagerly talking about the future. In ending our one hour conversation, I stated, "I am so glad you haven't forgotten about me." Her response, "No one can forget someone like you. Someone who is 'social.'"